Hi,

It’s a bit late to make a blog post, but I wanted to make sure I got my second blog post in for the week.

I decided to write about swans because I saw some today.

So, here it is, the poem you’ve all been waiting for….

Swan Summer

Up north,

in the summer,

when the swans come,

with their white feathers,

a coat of perfect majesty,

they honk when you get too close,

a strange honk,

not at all what you’d expect from the bird of legends.

The swans take flight all too soon,

summer flies by,

all too soon,

it’s back to freezing, frigid, weather again…..

….but in the summer there’s the swans.

Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now to finish off with a quote from one of the poems I wrote,

Wings

“ Feathered Wings, Wings of fire, Wings of ice, 
Wings of autumn leaves.” -Kylli Berg